Is it time for a nap yet?

<3 <3 <3

Luke attacks the exposed circuitry of his hand with a towel, grumbling about karking night clubs and where Lando can shove his karking recommendations.

“Language, Jedi” Boba mocks, nursing a caf, a hangover, and a smirk.

Luke snarls something in Huttese that Din doesn’t catch, but Boba chortles, delighted.

“You both were wearing armor. Why don’t you care more?”

“It’s just glitter,” Din shrugs

“It’s *irritating*. It gets *everywhere*.”

“And you look so very pretty in it, ner kar.” Boba plants a placating kiss against Luke’s cheek, and neither of them mention the flickering speck that Boba’s lips leave behind.

*****

Exactly 100 words just for you, friend, about shiny sand 🧡🧡🧡

Nearly killed my brain but I did it, i finally wrote something! 🎉 Thank you SO much for playing with me!

If anyone else wants to prompt me, here's the game and a kitten photo as a bribe:

Like it gets its first job that it chose and like within hours is invested enough to let someone lay down with it, its upset that it relaxed when there was still someone who needed protection despite the job basically being over anyway

It just watched the preservation team for most of their survey and decided it like them based on things like Mensah driving safely before it was ever ready to accept direct kindness

Its capacity for love is massive when shown even the slightest basic compassion and sometimes even when it can just sympathize with your position despite you hurting it

Quite a few pro-Trumpsterfire blogs have started following me. I'm sure some of these are bots as well but let me say this plainly.

Fuck that man. I am going to party so fucking hard when he finally kicks the bucket.

We now return to Zoey’s ongoing series of responsible spending decisions… 😎✨

#hello again martin and bosco!! sending you boys round for another go :)